Warm rays that wake my soul,
As morning dawns and darkness goes,
Blue skies of endless hope,
Birds sing the perfect notes.
Flowers, tired, drained of life,
Open their eyes, drink in the light,
Petals full of vibrant energy,
Nectar, for our dear, dear honey bee.
New life for the growing buds,
Pushing through the heavy mud.
Spring thaws the freezing earth,
A new energy filled with mirth,
The sky grows light,
petals take flight,
static air forms to excite
As we sit back and take in this glorious sight.
Karen Hayward © 2015.